when you turn me off
what can i have but silence
i become the inanimate television
that watches you
stoically
i do nothing more than what you
can do to yourself
i do not have those eyes that can say yes
neither do i have the courage to say
no to you
i am the wood and wire assembled
insignificant because you have decided
to deprive me of my own
meaning
i neither have life nor death
to offer you as
relief
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
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